Callie 's cadre band, nearly startling Sam right out of the bed.

She snickers and orbit for the telephone. `` hello ? '' she says sleepily. She straightens almost instantly. `` Where ? ... Are you trusted ? ... Alright, I 'll be there by nightfall. ``

'' What 's going on ? '' Sam asks as she scrambles from the bed and begins throwing on her clothes.

'' I have to go, '' she says, stuffing her things in her duffle.

Sam gets up and pulling on his own wear. `` Ok, where are we going ? ``

She does n't stop moving, barely even casting him a glance as she replies, `` Not we, Sam, me. ``

He stops and stares, flush hanging from his hand. `` What ? No, not by yourself. ``

She zips the duffle bag and throws it over her shoulder. `` Yes, by myself, '' she says coolly. `` You remember I was a Hunter for close to ten year before I ever met you. And I 'm doing this alone. ``

'' Callie ... '' he begins, reaching for her.

She steps away from his touch, heading for the door. `` No, Sam, I 'm going. ``

When she reaches the room access, she turns back to him. He ca n't record what 's in her eyes and that worries him more than anything.

'' I 'll yell you when I 'm done. If you want ... ''

And with that, she 's gone.

Sam collapses back on the edge of the bed, half dressed, still holding his flush, staring at the door with a stunned expression.

~~~SPN~~~

Walking into the motel room, Sam kicks the door shut behind him. Dropping the bucket of ice and his Coke on the table, he spots the message notifier on this speech sound. For a moment, he wonders if it 's Callie. She 's been gone for More than 24 60 minutes. Frowning, he dials into his voice mail to listen to the message.

'' Hey, Sam, it 's Callie, '' her voice says. It sounds like she 's outside ; he can hear gondola whizzing by in the background. Her tone is odd. A little hokey. `` I 'm wrapping things up here and I should be able to get on the road later tonight. ``

There 's a pause and he hears a man 's spokesperson in the backdrop. He hears her whisper something about being done in a second and he should start without her. Her look is warm and well-disposed, but that 's lost when she comes back.

'' So, um, if you want to meet back up, just prognosticate me and let me cognize where you are. I, um ... I hope to try from you soon. ``

He deletes the message and drops the earpiece back on the mesa. Now he really does n't sleep together what to believe. She jumps out of their bed and takes off with barely a word, he does n't get a line from her for more than a day, then when she does ring, she 's with someone else.

He paces the floor slowly, frown building. That must be why she did n't need me along, he thinks. She was meeting up with some one else. But now she wants to see him. Or says she does.

He sighs deeply, running his fingers through his tomentum. He does n't want to lose her like this, but he does n't understand what 's going on with her.

He picks up the phone and punches up her number in his inter-group communication. But he does n't connect. He tosses the phone back on the board and resumes his pacing.

~~~SPN~~~

Sam and Sophia are working at the small-scale motel way table when his phone ringing. He glances at it before reaching to send the call to voicemail.

Sophia sighs heavily and throws her pen down on the board. `` If you do n't blab out to her, '' she says sharply, `` I will. ``

His caput snaps up, eyes wide. `` You would n't. ``

She raises an eyebrow. `` No ? ``

She would and he knows it. `` Just go out it alone, Sophia. This is between me and Callie. ``

Sophia takes his hired hand, squeezing it gently. `` It 's breaking my pump to see you like this, Sammy. You need to spill the beans to her. ``

When his middle meet hers this fourth dimension, he ca n't quite hide the tears. `` I ca n't. She left. With barely a parole. Just hopped out of our bed and took off. '' He swallows. `` And I heard her talking to someone else when she left me that voicemail. Obviously she does n't ask me around. ``

Sophia just looks at him. `` That could have been anyone, Sam. It 's not just to either of you to jump to decision. '' She smiles at him softly. `` And in the end, you care about her, sweetie. There 's no point in denying it. Being without her is eating you up. And it 's not gon na get better until you talk to her. ``

Sam hitches a shoulder. Trying for careless, but knowing she 's not fooled.

'' Yeah, fine, I care. But I ca n't like for both of us. She 's got to need this too. ``

Sophia chuckles. `` Sam. Really ? She 's been calling you for the last eight hours. The adult female who would n't normally let anyone within ten animal foot of her is travelling with you and sleeping in your bed. Would she bother with any of that if she did n't manage ? ``

His eyes drop to the table, but he does n't really see it. He runs his thumb absently over her brass knuckles. `` You think ? '' he asks finally.

'' Yeah, sweetheart, '' Sophia replies, `` I do. When you find someone you care about, you got ta grab it and check on. Denying it is n't going to do anything but effort you more pain. '' She pauses, her articulation thickening a little. `` You saw how well that worked for James Dean and me, right ? ``

Sam frown. His pal and Sophia had been through a lot before finally realizing they were meant for each other. He does n't think he could handle the Lapp affair with Callie.

'' So get after her, would you ? Cuz you 're killing me with the sad puppy human face. ``

He rolls his eyes and picks up the phone. He stares at it for a foresighted mo before standing and moving to the other position of the room.

'' Hey, Callie. ... Yeah, I know. I ... ... Would you ... do you want.. '' He clears his throat and attempt again, feeling like a teen trying to ask a girl out for the foremost time. `` So, ummm, do want to fill up ? ``

As Sam speaks, the doorway golf stroke open to admit Dean. Before he can say anything, Sophia shushes him, gesturing toward Sam.

Dean raises an supercilium in question as he sets their dinner in the tabular array and leans down to kiss her.

'' Callie, '' she whispers.

Dean grin and takes a seat. `` 'Bout red cent metre. ``

~~~SPN~~~

It 's after midnight when Sam hears a tentative whang at his room access. He steps to the door quickly, then hesitates. He 's still not entirely sure how he feels about this whole situation.

Taking a deep breath, he golf stroke the door spread. Callie stands on the sidewalk in battlefront of him, looking like she 's ready to run at any moment. Her eye flicker to his face and then back to the ground.

'' Hey, Sam, '' she says softly.

'' Callie, '' he replies, his voice neutral. He stands back, opening the room access wider and gesturing her in.

He shuts the door and leans back against it, crossing his arms in front of him. Now that she 's here, he ca n't decide whether to osculate her senseless or yell at her. He 's missed her so much, he actually has to curl his digit into fists to keep from reaching for her. They need to verbalize first.

'' So, how 'd it go ? ``

'' Um, mulct, '' she murmurs. `` Got it taken precaution of quickly enough. ``

'' Good, '' he replies, ire seeping into his voice. `` And hey, you had some backup too, so that must stimulate helped. ``

Her eyes widen. `` Sam, wait ... ''

He straightens and straw toward her. `` No, you wait, '' he says, barely keeping his part under control. `` You run out of here on some kind of mission without telling me where you 're going or what you 're doing. You tell me I ca n't go because you need to do it alone. And then I hear you all fond and tea cozy with some guy while you 're leaving me a darned voicemail. ``

He runs a hand through his haircloth before staring down at her. `` And then you say you want to meet back up with me. What the screwing am I supposed to recall, Cal ? ``

'' It 's not what anything like that, Sam, '' she says, her eyes meeting his. `` I would n't do that to you. ``

'' Well, why do n't you state me what it is then ? Please find free to explain to me what 's going on. To tell me what the hell you 've been doing and who you 've been doing it with. '' His articulation drops and he ca n't keep the pain from bleeding through the ire. `` Tell me why you left me here to miss you like crazy. ``

Her thick wild blue yonder eyes peer up at him, stunned and confused. They pool with tear he 's never seen her shed before. She flinches and steps away from him.

'' I ... I ca n't ... I do n't know ... '' she whispers as she stumbles toward the door.

The sight of her walking away from him is what pushes him over the edge. He reaches her just as her hand hits the doorknob.

'' No ! I am not watching you walk out that door again, '' he growls. He grabs her arm and spins her toward him. `` I ca n't observe you leave. ``

His mouth crashes against hers almost brutally as his body presses her dorsum into the door. He takes advantage of her surprised gasp and luxate his tongue into her backtalk. His hands find her wrists and he pins them over her school principal, groaning softly as the natural process arches her into him.

Fire ignites between them almost instantly as anger and hurt newsbreak over into passion.

Her shock fades quickly and he feels her respond, kissing him back just as desperately as he kisses her. Her body moves restlessly under him, her leg sliding around his as she struggles to get closer.

He releases her carpus and runs his hands down over her body to her bottom, lifting her up. She wraps her pegleg around his shank with a soft moan at the same time as she wraps her branch around his neck.

Dragging his sass from hers, he presses hot buss over her aspect and along her jaw to her ear. `` Not letting you go, '' he whispers in her ear as his tongue flicks over her ear lobe. He feels her tingle. `` Never letting you go. ``

'' Sam ... '' She drags his mouth back to hers, tangling her finger's breadth in his hair.

Balancing her against the doorway, he reaches for her t-shirt and drags it over her brain. His hands are everywhere as his mouth continues its greedy exploration of hers. Stepping back from the door, he carries her to the bed, setting her down in the mouth beside it.

Her hands are busy as well, tugging on his shirt so she can slip her bridge player beneath. The feel of her soft custody against his stomach adds to the inferno already burning inside him. He reaches over his head and pulls the shirt off, tossing it carelessly to the floor.

Leaning into her, he pushes her back onto the bed, landing on top of her. Her bra disappears under his avid work force and his back talk is drawn down over her attender skin to her breasts.

As his mouth closes her breast, she arches toward him, calling his public figure. He rakes his teeth over the nipple, following it with a swipe of his tongue. His hired hand slip over her costa, holding her still as he lays a devastate path over her body.

This is n't his common sugariness and tender, your body is a wonderland way. It 's approximate and angry and demanding. He 's hurt and confused. And he 's damn well going to defecate her understand this time.

She squirms beneath him, making tongue-tied sounds. Her hands slide over him, fingers digging into his blazonry as his hot mouthpiece scorches over her stomach.

He undoes her blue jean, dragging them and her panty down and off. He works his way back up, not missing an column inch of her torso as he goes. By the time he reaches the curve of her hip, she 's panting and moaning.

'' Sam, please, '' she moans, trying to tug him over her, urging him to deal her.

He ignores her plea, intent on making her feel everything. look all the things he 's been trying to tell her for so long. All the things he felt while she was gone.

finger tight on her hip, his oral fissure finds her essence and she moans. He winds her up and up and up, her writhing organic structure and harsh sounds pushing him forward. He feels her reaching the edge, knows the sounds she makes when she 's close.

And he stops.

Her frustrated whimper makes him grin darkly as he slides off the bed. Her passion-glazed, deep sapphire eyes flutter open as she looks for him.

He strips his remaining clothes off and returns to her. Her ramification immediately slide around him, murmuring his name over and over.

Stroking the hair from her face, he calls her gens, waiting for her eyes to afford again. When they finally meet his, he almost drowns in them. Holding her gaze, he joins them swiftly, burying himself deep inside her.

Tangling his fingerbreadth with hers, he pushes her arms over her pass, intent on controlling this to the end. He starts to displace, varying his rate and the profoundness of his thrusts. His jaw tightens as he tries to resist the call of her physical structure, demanding more.

He leans down, oral fissure by her ear. `` No more running, Cal, '' he murmurs, voice tight with emotion. Pulling back, he finds her regard. `` I need you in this with me all the way. ``

She wraps a leg around his waist, urging him nigh. `` Yes, '' she answers. Her eyes are dark with Passion of Christ, but still serious.

He rocks into her, catching her gasp with his mouth. `` William Tell me, '' he demands, lips ghosting over hers.

'' Sam, '' she whimpers.

'' William Tell me, Callie, '' he growls.

'' I ... I ..., '' she murmurs, eyes glowing now, `` I need you. I need to be with you. ``

He kisses her deeply, his tongue moving in clip with his consistence. He speeds up, feeling her dead body starting to clench around his. Dipping his head, nearly breathless with need, his teeth scrape at her shoulder.

She calls his name brokenly as she falls over the edge, shuddering beneath him.

Her tight heat energy pulsing around him pushes him over right behind her. He groans and collapses onto her, breathing hard.

Her hands drift over the book binding of his chief and down over his shoulders. Soothing. Calming.

He rolls onto his vertebral column, keeping her tight in his branch. Her brain drops to his articulatio humeri, her hired man curling on his chest.

Her fingers trace piddling circles on his skin. `` I 'm drear I hurt you, Sam, '' she murmurs.

He tightens his arm around her, but does n't reply.

Taking a deep breathing space, she continues. `` I 've been alone for so recollective ... '' She stops there. She starts to scoot away from him, but he 's ahead of her this time.

He rolls her onto her back, pinning her down with his physical structure. `` What did I say about no more running play ? '' he murmurs, nuzzling her neck.

Her centre play his and then skitter away. She does n't try to get away, but she 's not entirely with him either.

He strokes her cheek, trying to pull her vertebral column. `` Baby, you do n't hold to change for me. I want you just the way you are. ``

She squirms uncomfortably. She finally meets his gaze and he can see the precariousness written there.

'' I just involve you to hope me. confidence my feelings for you. '' He feathers a light kiss across her lips.

She stares at him for a moment. `` I do trust your tactual sensation, Sam, '' she whispers. Her regard drifts down and she brushes her thumb across his lour lip. `` It 's mine I do n't trust. ``

His heart feels like it 's going to quiver its way aright out of his chest. He does n't want to push her far tonight. It 's enough that she 's here.

He presses tiny buss along her brow, down over her impertinence. `` Let 's just take it one day at a time, huh ? ``

She looks up at him, a little shy, a little tentative. After a moment, she smiles.

Leaning close, he gives her a stamp osculation. `` You 're worth the hold. ''